I rested in your arms!

Your rough cheek tickling against my throat. You kissed me, your mouth warm and wet., I smiled more from remembrance than passion Sunset hovered before us Violet, orange and rose and icy river the colour of your eyes curved under it I stroked your back pensively, delighting the way the cloth slid across your shoulder, but my soul no longer buckled. "This isn’t breaking up", I told myself. "I feel nothing breaking". It was only breaking, melting, Not unlike, luminescent sea ice dissolving on spring but still there after all. Later, I turned to watch a rectangular glow pass over your profile, lightning your eyes from the side, caressing each dark curl in gold. You felt my stare and clutched at wheel, veins rising in those square hand, suddenly cold. We parted after few dry kisses, my mouth grazing the reddish stubble and your pressing my cheek. I turned at top of the stairs, the wind parting my hair in a thousand places and watched your white car grow smaller, disintegrating a little regretfully, into the past!